"Hey, you over there! Stay right there!"
A shout from behind suddenly startled Roland, who stopped and turned curiously toward the quivering childish voice.
A black shirt, blue shorts, shoulder straps at an angle -- the standard uniform of the Children's Group. It looked quite spirited. The owner of the uniform was quite handsome too, neatly trimmed bright golden hair, features combined into a thin, gentle, and upright face, his lake-blue eyes reminiscent of the color of the sky. His mouth still hung open, slightly, from the nervousness of having just shouted.
The sight of a Child Group member pointing at Roland should have made bystanders think of a naughty kid or a strong team leader blowing a whistle to correct violations. But no matter how grand the little guy tried to look, it was hard for anyone to see him as domineering. Even Roland and Kaspar, who had some experience, could tell that this guy was trying hard to look tough.
"Are you calling me?"
